| Song | Shades Of A Blue Orphanage |
| Artist | Thin Lizzy |
| Album | Shades Of A Blue Orphanage |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Lynott | |
| When we were kids he used to go over the back wall into old dan's scrapyard | |
| Into the snooker hall where most us kids were barred | |
| An' into the roxy and the stella where film stars starred | |
| That's where me and hopalong an' roy rogers got drunk and jarred | |
| And we might have been the saviour of the men, | |
| The captured captain in the devil's demon den | |
| And we might have been the magic politician in some kind of tricky position | |
| Like an old, old, old master musician we kept on wishin' | |
| We was headed for the number one hit country again | |
| {chorus} | |
| And it's true | |
| True blue | |
| Irish blue | |
| And it's true | |
| True blue | |
| And sometimes it reminds me of you | |
| There's an old photograph of dan that i wish you could-a seen | |
| Of him and the boys posed, standing in st. stephen's green | |
| Ya see, they were a part of the great freedom dream | |
| But they were caught and detained and are locked inside the frame | |
| Of the photograph | |
| And he might have been the clever con, the good samaritan, the rassclaut man | |
| An' he might have been the loaded gun, the charlatan of the tap dancin' fan | |
| But like an old pioneer from outer afghanistan, | |
| Headed for the number one hit country again | |
| {repeat chorus} | |
| Old dan in a raincoat hums the very, very, very special notes | |
| Of a long lost favorite melody | |
| It reminds him of a love affair when he was young and did not care | |
| And how he parted so soft, so sadden | |
| And he might have been the laughing cavaliero, the wise old commanchero | |
| Ow, the desparate desparado, the good looking randolph valentino, | |
| The gigolo from glasgow | |
| But like an old, old hunter of the female buffalo, | |
| He's headed for the number one hit country again | |
| {repeat chorus} | |
| And it's true | |
| True blue | |
| Irish blue | |
| True blue | |
| Irish blue | |
| And it's true | |
| It's so true | |
| Ummm, it's true | |
| I swear i've said it | |
| Swear i've said it | |
| I swear i said it | |
| I swear it's true | |
| And it's true | |
| True blue | |
| Oh, its irish blue | |
| And it's true... |
| zuo ci : Lynott | |
| When we were kids he used to go over the back wall into old dan' s scrapyard | |
| Into the snooker hall where most us kids were barred | |
| An' into the roxy and the stella where film stars starred | |
| That' s where me and hopalong an' roy rogers got drunk and jarred | |
| And we might have been the saviour of the men, | |
| The captured captain in the devil' s demon den | |
| And we might have been the magic politician in some kind of tricky position | |
| Like an old, old, old master musician we kept on wishin' | |
| We was headed for the number one hit country again | |
| chorus | |
| And it' s true | |
| True blue | |
| Irish blue | |
| And it' s true | |
| True blue | |
| And sometimes it reminds me of you | |
| There' s an old photograph of dan that i wish you coulda seen | |
| Of him and the boys posed, standing in st. stephen' s green | |
| Ya see, they were a part of the great freedom dream | |
| But they were caught and detained and are locked inside the frame | |
| Of the photograph | |
| And he might have been the clever con, the good samaritan, the rassclaut man | |
| An' he might have been the loaded gun, the charlatan of the tap dancin' fan | |
| But like an old pioneer from outer afghanistan, | |
| Headed for the number one hit country again | |
| repeat chorus | |
| Old dan in a raincoat hums the very, very, very special notes | |
| Of a long lost favorite melody | |
| It reminds him of a love affair when he was young and did not care | |
| And how he parted so soft, so sadden | |
| And he might have been the laughing cavaliero, the wise old commanchero | |
| Ow, the desparate desparado, the good looking randolph valentino, | |
| The gigolo from glasgow | |
| But like an old, old hunter of the female buffalo, | |
| He' s headed for the number one hit country again | |
| repeat chorus | |
| And it' s true | |
| True blue | |
| Irish blue | |
| True blue | |
| Irish blue | |
| And it' s true | |
| It' s so true | |
| Ummm, it' s true | |
| I swear i' ve said it | |
| Swear i' ve said it | |
| I swear i said it | |
| I swear it' s true | |
| And it' s true | |
| True blue | |
| Oh, its irish blue | |
| And it' s true... |
| zuò cí : Lynott | |
| When we were kids he used to go over the back wall into old dan' s scrapyard | |
| Into the snooker hall where most us kids were barred | |
| An' into the roxy and the stella where film stars starred | |
| That' s where me and hopalong an' roy rogers got drunk and jarred | |
| And we might have been the saviour of the men, | |
| The captured captain in the devil' s demon den | |
| And we might have been the magic politician in some kind of tricky position | |
| Like an old, old, old master musician we kept on wishin' | |
| We was headed for the number one hit country again | |
| chorus | |
| And it' s true | |
| True blue | |
| Irish blue | |
| And it' s true | |
| True blue | |
| And sometimes it reminds me of you | |
| There' s an old photograph of dan that i wish you coulda seen | |
| Of him and the boys posed, standing in st. stephen' s green | |
| Ya see, they were a part of the great freedom dream | |
| But they were caught and detained and are locked inside the frame | |
| Of the photograph | |
| And he might have been the clever con, the good samaritan, the rassclaut man | |
| An' he might have been the loaded gun, the charlatan of the tap dancin' fan | |
| But like an old pioneer from outer afghanistan, | |
| Headed for the number one hit country again | |
| repeat chorus | |
| Old dan in a raincoat hums the very, very, very special notes | |
| Of a long lost favorite melody | |
| It reminds him of a love affair when he was young and did not care | |
| And how he parted so soft, so sadden | |
| And he might have been the laughing cavaliero, the wise old commanchero | |
| Ow, the desparate desparado, the good looking randolph valentino, | |
| The gigolo from glasgow | |
| But like an old, old hunter of the female buffalo, | |
| He' s headed for the number one hit country again | |
| repeat chorus | |
| And it' s true | |
| True blue | |
| Irish blue | |
| True blue | |
| Irish blue | |
| And it' s true | |
| It' s so true | |
| Ummm, it' s true | |
| I swear i' ve said it | |
| Swear i' ve said it | |
| I swear i said it | |
| I swear it' s true | |
| And it' s true | |
| True blue | |
| Oh, its irish blue | |
| And it' s true... |